Am I a toy to you?    With strings around my fingers,    for you to pull and watch as I collapsed when you want.    The coldest night to me, is a switch that you control.    Tip-toe around your words just to calm you down again.       There’s too many people that we both love    and too many secrets I don’t wanna know.       You’re still chasing him.    My saving grace is saving face.    Lost on the back burner.    Good for, good for you.    My saving grace is saving face.    I just sit and wait.       There’s always just enough of you to pull me back.    But I can see your eyes drifting past what you have.    I’m flagging down a ship when it’s on its way to sea.    The horn is blaring out, but I just don’t want to hear.       I never left you in a sandstorm.    I never left for a second at all.       You’re still chasing him.    My saving grace is saving face.    Lost on the back burner.    Good for, good for you.    My saving grace is saving face.    I just sit and wait.       I thought you were an angel, I guess you were a vulture.    Either way, spread your wings and just fly away. [x2]       You’re still chasing him.    My saving grace is saving face.    Lost on the back burner.    Good for, good for you.    My saving grace is saving face.    I just sit and wait.       I just sit and wait. (Spread your wings and fly away) [x4]